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Anna Karenina


                                     ‘Come along, then,’ said the Englishman, frowning,
                                  and speaking with his mouth shut, and with swinging
                                  elbows, he went on in front with his disjointed gait.
                                     They went into the little yard in front of the shed. A

                                  stable boy, spruce and smart in his holiday attire, met them
                                  with a broom in his hand, and followed them. In the shed
                                  there were five horses in their separate stalls, and Vronsky
                                  knew that his chief rival, Gladiator, a very tall chestnut
                                  horse, had been brought there, and must be standing
                                  among them. Even more than his mare, Vronsky longed
                                  to see Gladiator, whom he had never seen. But he knew
                                  that by the etiquette of the race course it was not merely
                                  impossible for him to see the horse, but improper even to
                                  ask questions about him. Just as he was passing along the
                                  passage, the boy opened the door into the second horse-
                                  box on the left, and Vronsky caught a glimpse of a big
                                  chestnut horse with white legs. He knew that this was
                                  Gladiator, but, with the feeling of a man turning away
                                  from the sight of another man’s open letter, he turned
                                  round and went into Frou-Frou’s stall.
                                     ‘The horse is here belonging to Mak...Mak...I never
                                  can say the name,’ said the Englishman, over his shoulder,
                                  pointing his big finger and dirty nail towards Gladiator’s
                                  stall.



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